August 18
I am not sure I will be able to put into words what I experienced last Monday, but I’m going to try. It rained Sunday evening. That created a Monday morning light fog. It was cooler than normal, so I began my 2-mile worship walk a bit later. As I left my house the sun was already above the horizon and it was clear. I walked my usual route. About halfway I made a sharp left turn as always and then I stopped.
The street I turned onto is not a through street. There are a couple of large red and white barriers at the end which prevent the vehicles and pedestrians from going farther. On the other side of the barriers are fields of wheat and mint. That morning the barriers were bright as day but just beyond them the fog had settled on the fields. Past the barriers I could just make out shadows of the harvest, beyond that the homes and trees in the distance were even more in shadow. I could not see the mountains farther out at all even though I knew they were there.
I stood looking at the scene and thinking about what I was seeing. I knew that in just a short while, the sun would rise high in the sky and the fog would burn away. I knew that when that happened, I would see the harvest and the homes and the mountains – no longer as shadows but just as they are. And I remembered the Scripture: “Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” [1 Cor 13:12 NIV]
At that moment, I knew beyond any doubt that one day (perhaps sooner than we expect) the Son of Righteousness is going to rise, and all will see Him. The dim fog that now shadows beyond the veil will be burned away. We not only will see the harvest, but will be part of it. We will see our heavenly home. We will see the Heavenly Mountain of God. We will! Praise His Holy Name!
